anger, control and being fluffy…

anger squirrel

Anger.  We’ve all been there…sometimes multiple times within a few minutes.

What is anger?  Someone cutting you off… an unfortunate situation that didn’t necessarily have to be unfortunate… not thinking… thinking too much… thinking too much about the wrong thing.  Anger is the result of all of that.  But no one ever really goes too deep into the real cause… why?  Because when someone is angry, they don’t look for explanations… they just want to be angry.

I’m going to say that again because I like the way it sounds when I read it to myself… they just want to be angry.

And why not?  It gets your blood pumping, raises your pulse and heartbeat and, in some cases, makes thinking clearer and focused.  Most of those things, in other situations, would be a good thing, right?

I think anger is the result of one thing: loss of control.  I’m angry a lot.  For the longest time, I couldn’t figure out why… then it hit me.


I was hit with half an orange.  Luckily it wasn’t that juicy so it didn’t hurt that much.  Getting hit with produce made me angry.  I was angry that I didn’t see it coming.  I was angry that someone would be a dirtbag and litter.  I was angry that it was deliberate and not a random act of idiocy.  Because I had no control over any of that, I was angry.  If I had control over at least some of those components, the result may have been different.

Maybe.  If it wasn’t me hit, it would’ve probably been someone else.

Anger is loss of control.  End of story.

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